"But they are British, they are soldiers of the civilized world, and they should not be treated like this." A member of the British legation shouted in discontent.

Liang Pengfei tilted his head and looked at the member of the British legation, the ambassador and the chief of the ambassadors, John Brown. Baron Barrow.

His cold, piercing gaze stared at the number two in the envoy corps, and the powerful coercion made the ambassador baron John, who had originally wanted to put on a heroic posture, feel chilled, as if the other party's gaze could freeze him under the scorching sky.

"You, come here......" Liang Pengfei stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger at the John who dared to speak.

John subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he thought of who he was, and thought of the dignity he represented of the British Empire, and he tried to straighten his soft spine.

"I don't want to repeat it a third time, now, you, come to me." Liang Pengfei's eyes narrowed dangerously, and his tone was so calm that it was frightening.

This sentence made the sweat on the face of the ambassador and the chief administrator more and more, but the arrogance and power of the British in the West for hundreds of years had been deeply engraved into the bones of this British nobleman, so he decided to use silence to counter the rude behavior of Liang Pengfei, a damn Oriental, "John, listen to the orders of His Excellency the Führer." Macartney smelled danger from Liang Pengfei's body, in the past two months, he had already learned from those Westerners what a dangerous person Liang Pengfei was, he was ruthless and cunning, he was greedy, and his strength was jaw-dropping. Even if the entire colonial power of the West in the East is now entangled, I am afraid that it will be difficult to become his opponent.

Even if he really wanted to break the net, it would be difficult, because Liang Pengfei had already occupied Temasek, the dangerous sea route to the Indian Ocean, and had requisitioned a large number of local natives to build forts there with the kind of stuff called cement.

In other words, if Westerners want to attack Liang Pengfei by sea, they can only bypass Sumatra, thousands of miles more by sea, and the most popular thing for typhoons in the Indian Ocean is to frequent the coast around Sumatra.

If we were to rush to attack Temasek with a large number of casualties, and try to use warships to deal with the fortresses, this kind of loss would simply not be able to be lost by the strength of the Western colonizers in the East.

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Therefore, it is better not to provoke this cruel and cunning Oriental, which is what Macartney wants to tell his right-hand man the most. Macartney's words, however, had the opposite effect, and Baron John held his head proudly high. "Your Excellency, do you look at your fellow citizens and bow down to this Oriental who has mistreated our British Emperor [***]? I'm sorry, I can't. ”

"What, you said you couldn't do it?" Liang Pengfei laughed suddenly, the snow-white teeth were extraordinarily dazzling under the sun, but the shining brilliance gave people a piercing coldness, as if a hungry beast showed its hideous fangs.

"Well, since you can't move your feet, I'll ask someone to help you come to me, monk, but help the poor English nobleman." Liang Pengfei tilted his head, and the burly monk Chen behind him, who could concentrate almost all the words used to describe strong and fierce in the world, stood up.

Monk Chen stroked his shiny head and smiled, "I'm more than happy to serve you, young master." The innocent smile and the scar from the crack of the head to the corner of the eyebrow looked extremely hideous, and Monk Chen took the steps that were much farther than ordinary people, moving his tower-like body to stand in front of the British mission.

Seeing the baron John, who was standing in front of him, he needed to look up to see the Chinese face, the sweat on his face flowed even more, and he saw his companions around him with a helping gaze, but he only saw that those compatriots who were also civilized people actually turned their faces sideways, and even quietly moved their steps as far away from him as possible.

Panic welled up his throat, making his voice out-of-tune and shrill in his voice: "What do you want to do?" I am a member of the British Empire Corps, I am an alternate member of the House of Lords of the British Empire, I am a noble ......"

Syllable...... Monk Chen raised his hand, and the big fan-like slap fell from the sky and swept down, and this noble British nobleman, Mr. Alternate Member of the House of Lords, flew out directly, and even bumped into several members of the British mission standing next to him.

The officials and officers of the Western colonies were now in front of Monk Chen, like a group of cowardly little lambs trembling in the pen in the face of the vicious wolves. Their eloquent mouths could no longer utter a syllable in a complete sense except for trembling in front of Monk Chen.

Although some colonial officers wanted to try hard to show their nobility and bravery, but there were no weapons, and the terrifying and terrifying strange power that the tower-like Chinese giant had just shown, it really made them not have the confidence to bear the torture and humiliation of defeat, Macartney couldn't bear to close his eyes, but he didn't have the courage to stop this from happening, because he had to live, Macartney didn't think he was a coward, at least, he found a reason for himself, He must return to England, and he must inform His Majesty and Parliament of the news of the appearance of another terrible power in the East, and warn them to be careful and wary of this terrible power of the Orient, which continues to be powerful.

As he lay on the ground, Baron John felt like a meteor chime of the kind that medieval barbarians loved to use, and half of his face was unconscious, and he opened his mouth, from which came a thick blood and a few fresh teeth with stubble.

Monk Chen walked towards him again, and at this time, those Westerners directly moved their steps as fast as they could, vacating a gap of nearly three meters around the fallen Baron John.

Monk Chen politely showed a sincere smile to the sensible Westerner, but he failed to get a response from the other party, in exchange for the frightened eyes of these guys, and the faster pace of leaving.

Viscount Edmund, a member of the Board of Supervisors of the British East India Company, clenched his fists tightly, his face pale and dead, his lips trembling, but he could not utter a word of righteous condemnation.

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The corners of Groening's mouth curled slightly, he could see the British so miserable, to be honest, his heart was so happy that he wanted to sing, over the years, under the arrogant artillery and warships of the British, there were too many unwillingness and resentment.

There were many people who had the same thoughts as him, such as Governor Marcello, the envoy Villa, and colonial officials from countries such as Switzerland.

When he saw Baron John lying on the ground, his eyes blank and half of his face fat as if by magic, he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest. "Open your eyes, O God, and see what your people are suffering, and teach these barbaric Eastern demons a lesson with your divine punishment!" Viscount Edmund decided to leave the right to act to God, at least, he didn't think he had the ability to challenge this Chinese who was as strong and fierce as the giants of ancient mythology.

Monk Chen stretched out his big hand, pinched the foot condyles of Baron John, who was moaning on the ground, and turned around like this, as if dragging a dead dog, dragged him to Liang Pengfei, and then saluted Liang Pengfei respectfully: "Young master, the person has been brought." ”

"Good job, but you should be gentle, at least don't slap his face like this, after all, we are a Chinese nation with thousands of years of civilization inheritance, please be polite." Liang Pengfei glanced at the hapless Baron John with a garbage look, and then taught Monk Chen a serious lesson, but with his satisfied smile, everyone thought that he was praising this tough Oriental giant for doing a good job.

"Okay young master, next time I will beat him in the stomach or twist his hand, which should keep his face intact and elegant Western aristocratic demeanor." Although Monk Chen's head is usually full of violence and muscles, he still has a very tacit understanding with Liang Pengfei, the eldest young master who is full of bad water and bitter to the extreme.

At least, after hearing this, Liang Pengfei laughed and patted Monk Chen's shoulder to encourage him, and the white scholar behind him laughed and fell, and Sun Shijie and the others could only look helpless.

The expressions on the faces of all the Western visitors were wonderful, and Macartney, who was standing next to Liang Pengfei, directly closed his eyes and cursed these two Eastern demons with sharp horns on their heads in his heart.

After laughing, Liang Pengfei turned around, pulled out a three-edged bayonet from the waist of a soldier beside him, and elegantly smoothed the beautiful black bow tie around his neck with his other hand, and the smile on his face looked so friendly. "Dear Macartney, what will your majesty do with the reptiles who dare to challenge his authority?"

Looking at Liang Pengfei, who was wearing a decent black tunic with a beautiful black bow tie on his neckline, exuding a luxurious and elegant temperament, and showing affinity between his eyebrows, but under the backdrop of the three-edged bayonet that he played with in his hand and opened the blade, it made people feel extremely weird, and the sun in the sky seemed to be unable to stand the gloomy cold on his body, and hid in the clouds......

(To be continued)